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CHAPTER 2

Gabi scooped up a spoonful of scrambled eggs and ate them carefully, taking her toast and nibbling it as she looked around her and noticed she were the only guest who was eating alone.

There was a young couple feeding each other about ten feet away, all lovey dovey, reminding her of her single status. A family across from her. Groups of people dotted around.

She quite expected to see the hotshot teen star with his latest conquest but she presumed he didn't deign to get out of bed before 10am for less than ten thousand dollars. She smiled at her thoughts as she stared out of the window which cast a beautiful view across the town and out to the mountains surrounding them.

She wanted to be out in the fresh air enjoying her surroundings, not stuck in the hotel practically on edge waiting for her father's next command.

Tomorrow she would be up early to get in a walk before she had to start thinking about work.

"I don't know how you girls keep your figures eating stuff like that" a warm voice mused from behind her "Us guys, we gotta work hard to shift the tiniest love handle and you just eat all the eggs you like…" he tutted as he came round to face her

She pressed her lips together as her eyes closed, the thought of Troy Bolton this early in the morning making her gag. Unfortunately when she opened her eyes, the sight of him was not all that gag-worthy.

His hair was damp and combed back from his shower but some long strands escaped the tidy back sweep and fell on his forehead and he was wearing some soft jeans and a casual long sleeve top. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked and sat anyway before she could answer.

"Funny, I seem to have lost my appetite" she said with an eyebrow lift and pushed her plate away, even though it was empty because she had finished eating "And I'm surprised that 'love handle' is even in your vocabulary" she added.

He looked around him as though she might be insulting someone else "Well you know, girls tend to be a little…heavier…around those parts" he explained in his irritatingly derogatory manner.

Her eyes shot up and she cursed that she were once again caught with no make-up, in her most comfortable clothes in front of someone who appeared to look Brad Pitt- stunning having just rolled out of bed.

His blue eyes smiled at her challengingly. She hated that he seemed to be looking right into her soul and seeing her flaws and dragging them out to pounce on and mock.

"Some MEN…" she began pointedly in retaliation to his constant reference to her as a 'girl' even though she doubted he was older than her "…appreciate a woman having curves" she said decidedly, wiping her mouth and pushing her chair back, meeting his face as she stood up and she noticed him staring at her chest. He'd just snuck a look down her vest top!

"Don't we just" he smiled as he chewed on his own breakfast which looked like egg whites but she couldn't be sure.

"I said MEN" she smiled sweetly "Good day Mr. Bolton" she said succinctly as she turned

"My name's Troy you know!" he called as she walked away and she found herself grinding her teeth again at his god-awful attempts to speak to her.

He hadn't even apologised for his despicable treatment of her. She shook off all thoughts of Troy, wondering what she could name him in her mind to help her deal with his absolute arrogance. She went through some the papers had used: Pretty Boy, Jumped up teen star, Teen Idol.

Ego Trip. That was about right; she smiled as she headed into her room to change into some smart high-waisted trousers and a frilled red shirt, adding some gold jewellery and red lipstick along with her trademark eyeliner.

She checked her blackberry, seeing that her father had headed over to the set to run through the first scene being shot in town.

Leona had also texted her back and she could meet up Friday night. The sooner the better as far as she was concerned.

Busy texting on her blackberry as she came down in the lift, Gabi strutted across the shiny lobby and smiled as Harry met her at the desk.

"Hi, Harry" she greeted warmly.

"Morning Miss Montez" he smiled back "Ready to go to the coldest warehouse in town?" he checked.

Gabi flicked her dark lashes up "Oh, no, really? Damn, I don't have my jacket. Wait here for five seconds?" she begged.

"I'm ready when you are" he assured her.

"Ok thank you, I'll be right back." She ran for the elevator and went to dive in while her mind was elsewhere, knocking into a muscled wall of man as she went.

"I'm so sorry…" she began, then looked up to see Troy "Oh, it's only you. In that case I'm not sorry at all" she mused with a one sided lip lift then carried on into the lift, leaving him looking over his shoulder at her, hands outstretched, shoulders shrugged up, mouth open as he wondered what in the heck he had done to deserve her contempt.

But the lift doors closed on her scowling face before he had the chance to find out. Maybe she was still pissed over him calling security and calling her a teenybopper. He smiled to himself at that one. Good going, Bolton. Nothing like bringing down the brat a peg or two. All he knew about Gabriella Montez was what he had read in the paper and that was very little. But judging by the pompous ass that was her father, the apple didn't seem to fall too far from the tree. She clearly thought she was too good for him and he wondered how people got off on thinking like that. He wasn't just some pretty boy lothario that the papers made him out to be. But if that's what she presumed, then so be it. He was so used to playing the part he didn't know where his projected play on his alter ego ended and his real self began.

He didn't care what the brat had to say. He'd still had to work hard to get to where he was and she did all day was swan around on daddy's pay cheque looking important.

He smiled as he thought about how much fun he could have with this one. He always found himself bored between filming. Now he had a little plaything to wind up and watch her unravel to entertain his mind during breaks.

He headed into the shower of flashbulbs as he ducked under his loose cut suit jacket which was folded up his arms with his shirt, his jeans loose around his slim hips as he scooted into the waiting car.

He relaxed back in the seat. "You the same driver that Miss Montez uses?" he asked the chauffeur, not actually knowing which company he came from because he left all that to the studio.

"Same company sir" he answered.

Troy nodded. Wouldn't it be funny if they had to use the same car? No point them using two cars for the same trip. He pulled out his phone to make the call to his assistant, Paty.

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